Why, why, whyyyyy did I have to drop by Bibliarch last night? I have been telling myself to save, save, SAVE, (like I have been telling myself to exercise, exercise, EXERCISE) and just when I think I have gotten control, something like seeing a cheaper edition of Haruki Murakami's Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman bites me in the ass and kills my already weakening willpower. Next thing I know, I'm at the counter, handing over my last several P100 bills, figuring out whether I should be happy or sad with my purchase. Talk about conflicting emotions.
Anyway, headed over to Glorietta Cinemas after buying the notoriously cheap book, where I was finally able to watch Transformers. One would have thought that the theater wouldn't be as packed, especially since Harry Potter: Order of the Phoenix began showing Wednesday, but I still had to consider myself lucky enough to get a free seat.
Never the less, the movie was very enjoyable. Sure, the riot of booms and crashes and metal scraping on metal were enough to instill a fear of machines in me, but it's all good. Optimus Prime is as I remember him, and as soon as I saw his tall and imposing blue-and-red self, I became at one with the Universe and enjoyed the movie a lot better than the first 30 minutes without him on-screen. I got home at around 11PM happier, but keeping to streets with less cars.
